What surprised Ye Zhongming was not this person's rank, but that he didn't know this person at all.
All the information shows that there are four people plus a dragon, the saint, the three giants of Dawn and Yangos among the eighth-level existence of the Dawn Temple.
So where did this person come from?
However, thinking about some of the previous speculations about Dawn Temple, Ye Zhongming probably knew that this person should be the hidden power belonging to the temple.
The status may not be as good as that of the pond keeper of the deceased, but the role he plays should not be much different.
Or to be more precise, these should be the priests, elders and the like in the novel.
With the Dawn Temple in full force, it was to be expected that such people would appear on the battlefield.
However, they have already penetrated deep into the royal city? Then why not attack the city wall and completely occupy it?
"It's not difficult to understand. Even if we go to the city wall, you will go too. In the end, we will still fight. We have to shrink from the people above because of the people on both sides. It's better to solve it below, what do you think?"
This man seemed to know what Ye Zhongming was thinking and walked forward slowly.
Some soldiers around him noticed him and drew their weapons and tried to surround him, but Ye Zhongming waved him away.
In a confrontation of this level, ordinary warriors would almost be looking for death.
Ye Zhongming agrees with what this person said. Once a master from one side appears on the main battlefield, the master from the other side will definitely come up to him and use the method of counterfeiting to contain the strong point.
After all, urban offensive and defensive battles are different from outdoor decisive battles. If it were the latter, this situation would not happen, because in the face of a large-scale army, a strong point alone will be overwhelmed by the human sea tactics. And on the city wall,
, the power that can be concentrated within a certain distance is limited, so a master must use his master to deal with it.
However, Ye Zhongming felt that there was still something wrong. If two people met on the city wall and then moved the battlefield here, that would be normal. But if they were blocked here, would it be that simple?
At this time, the shouts of killing on the city wall suddenly started louder. Ye Zhongming's expression changed, and he knew the intention of this man and the Dawn Temple.
They want to block all the strong men of the posthumous people outside the city wall!
Because they have a large number of strong men, after adopting Duizi's method, Dawn Temple will still have spare masters to lead ordinary warriors to attack the city wall. At that time, who can stop them?
The man tilted his head slightly and was not in a hurry to attack. He did have the capital to not be in a hurry now.
"It's useless to think about it." This man didn't look old-fashioned, he could be considered middle-aged at most. "Even with the help of outsiders like you, it can't change the fact that the deceased is weak. In the face of absolute strength, resisting
It’s just a manifestation of unwillingness, and it actually doesn’t help much with the results.”
A corpse fell from the city wall. It was a posthumous warrior. He was wearing white-level equipment made by Ye Zhongming. However, it had been shattered and a big hole appeared in his abdomen. It looked very ferocious and terrifying.
The sudden appearance of this corpse seemed to verify this man's conclusion, causing the corners of his mouth to curl up unconsciously.
Ye Zhongming shook his head, his hands hanging naturally on his sides, looking at the eighth-level master from the Dawn Temple in front of him.
"Do you know what I hate most about you?"
"Oh? Tell me." The man grinned, and there was a hint of cruelty on his face.
"I just like to show off too much."
"you……"
The man from the Dawn Temple stopped as soon as he spoke a word. He quickly backed away and drew a shape with his hands in front of him. A group of blue flames immediately appeared there.
The reason why this eighth-level master retreated was because Ye Zhongming rushed over.
Even though he kept stimulating Ye Zhongming verbally and looked like he was sure of winning, from the information obtained, we knew that Ye Zhongming was very strong.
After reaching the level of the eighth-level master of the Dawn Temple, after living for a long time, there is no such thing as underestimating the enemy, at least, that's what he thinks.
However, when everything happened, he realized that he seemed to have despised this young man.
The first thing that greeted him were three bullets with terrifying energy.
Sanhua Essence Blood Bullet.
Even Superman, after Ye Zhongming activated his sprinting ability, could not dodge the gun skill of folding in the exit space.
Unless he has the ability to teleport, unfortunately, this person obviously does not.
A powerful existence of level eight, in a life-and-death moment, still showed good reaction speed and excellent fighting instincts. Three bullets were blocked by the blue flame, and both sides disappeared after a burst of light.
But for Ye Zhongming, this skill was just the beginning. He used the Sanhua Essence Blood Bullet to smash the broken firearm directly at the man, and at the same time, a sword appeared in his free hands - the Earth Sand Moon Blade.
Appearing with the sword, there are two elves on the shoulders.
The star elf raised his hand, with Ye Zhongming as the center, the surrounding area was illuminated, and the area of glorious ability was activated. In this area illuminated by the starlight, Ye Zhongming's speed was increased.
The earth elf moved its butt and used the jumping gravity. The gravity of the area around the person immediately became stronger.
When the Earth Sand Moon Blade appeared, its own moonlight field was also activated, covering Ye Zhongming and the eighth-level master of the Dawn Temple.
The change in gravity, the slowness and dizziness of the moonlight field caused the enemy to lose consciousness for a moment. This time was very, very short, only a moment, but this moment was enough for Ye Zhongming to do a lot of things.
The Wan Zhongyin sword fell down.
When the man woke up from the momentary dizziness, he immediately understood the situation his body was in. He knew that he could not avoid it.
Ten sword shadows joined together on the sword body and slashed from above, carrying fierce murderous intent. Everything seemed to have disappeared between the whole world, only this light.
The Wan Zhong Seal Sword Slash is originally a professional skill of a high-quality profession. It is very powerful. Now it is issued by the purple-level Earth Sand Moon Blade, and its power is even more powerful. In addition, Ye Zhongming's own attributes add to the skill, even if it is an eighth-level evolution.
The reporter also felt a strong threat.
The master of Dawn Temple waved his hands again, as if the whole body's power was concentrated on his hands, and the originally flesh-colored palms instantly became as white as jade, really like jade.
He roared angrily, enduring the negative state of his body that had not yet dissipated and the strange gravity. He raised his hands, and with a bang, he actually clamped the Earth Sand Moon Blade!
The collision of energy produced a ripple of light that spread out in all directions.
The master smiled. He was very satisfied with his response. However, he suddenly discovered that there was no outsider's hand on the handle of the knife!
This is a knife that just cut down automatically!
Where is that person!
The man realized something was wrong and was about to retreat, but it was too late. Severe pain rose in his chest. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw countless light points hitting that place, hitting his chest one after another.
In the blink of an eye, it had broken through his extremely tough skin and attacked his bones and internal organs!
He quickly gave up the hand holding the weapon and instead used it to block his chest, blocking these deadly light spots. However, a shadow flashed before his eyes, a chill hit his neck, and time stopped.
Ye Zhongming took one last look at the man, stretched out his hand and pushed. The corpse of the eighth-level expert fell backwards, his head rolled to the ground, and he dodged in one direction.